I want to make Romeo jelous. I want the dead lovers of the world to hear our laughter and grow sad. I want the breath of our passion to stir their dust into consciousness, to wake their ashes into pain.
Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above ones head, and listen to the silence. To have no yesterday and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.